All Chapters of THE POSSESSIVE BLOODLINE : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 131Jace The morning sun casts a warm glow over the patio as I sit with the boys and Dad, coffee steaming in our mugs. It's a rare moment of levity, a brief respite from the chaos that has consumed our lives for far too long.We're talking about something trivial, something normal. Bowling. A simple, mindless activity that feels like a luxury after weeks of planning and plotting. We're even making tentative plans to hit the lanes right after we deal with Christopher, after we finally put an end to this nightmare.It feels good to laugh, to joke, to pretend, even for a moment, that everything is going to be okay.But the illusion shatters in an instant.A searing pain explodes in my chest, a sharp, agonizing sensation that steals my breath and clouds my vision. I gasp, clutching at my chest, my fingers slick with blood.A sharp blade punctures my chest, and my mind is hazing.The world spins, the laughter fades, and the faces around me blur with confusion and alarm. I try to s

Chapter 133ChristopherThe room is eerie, and I feel the chill seeping into my bones, mirroring the dread that settles in my stomach. Men are rampaging through the basement, their shouts echoing off the cold stone walls. Jace's eyes are bloodshot, a storm of grief and fury brewing within them. Jewel is dead. The words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating. What the hell just happened?I stumble back, my hand finding the rough texture of the wall. The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows, making the scene even more surreal. Each shout, each crash from below, is a hammer blow to my sanity. How could this have happened? Just moments ago, Jewel was laughing, vibrant, alive. Now...A wave of nausea washes over me, and I fight to keep my composure. I have to think. Jace needs me. But what can I do? The men in the basement sound like a pack of wolves, driven by some primal rage. Are they responsible? Or are they reacting to the same horror that has gripped me?My eyes dart a

Chapter 135RickThe news hit me like a physical blow. Jewel... I hadn't seen her in years, not since we drifted apart, chasing different dreams. But she always held a special place in my heart. My first love. The girl who taught me what it meant to truly care about someone.Now, she's gone. Taken too soon, ripped away from the world, leaving a void that can never be filled.I remember the day we met, like it was yesterday. She was so shy, so quiet, hiding in the back of the classroom. But there was something about her, something that drew me in. A spark, a fire that I knew I had to ignite.We spent hours talking, sharing our hopes and dreams, our fears and insecurities. We explored the world together, hand-in-hand, discovering the magic and beauty that life had to offer.She was my everything. My confidante, my partner in crime, my soulmate. I thought we would be together forever.But life has a way of changing things, of throwing curveballs when you least expect them. We grew apart

Chapter 137Jace It's raining. Of course, it's raining. Seems like the sky's been crying for months, mirroring the constant downpour in my soul. The city is slick and dark, reflecting the neon lights in distorted puddles. Perfect. Just perfect.I'm standing on the rooftop, the rain plastering my hair to my forehead, soaking through my clothes. The wind whips around me, carrying the scent of wet asphalt and regret. I don't even shiver. Numbness has become my default setting.Months. Months since she was taken. Months since I failed. Months since the light went out of my world.They say grief comes in waves. But these aren't waves. It's a constant, suffocating tide, pulling me under, drowning me in memories. Every song, every scent, every damn thing reminds me of her.I see her everywhere. In the crowded streets, in the empty rooms of my apartment, in the faces of strangers. She's a ghost, haunting me with her absence.I try to remember her laugh, the way her eyes crinkled when she smi

Chapter 139Jace Lying here, staring at the water-stained ceiling of this cheap motel, the rain drumming a relentless rhythm against the roof, it hits me. The whole damn thing... it was pointless. Jewel's kidnapping, all the planning, the resources, the violence... utterly pointless.We thought we were making a statement, striking a blow against them, whoever the hell they are. Protecting her, somehow. But all we did was sign her death warrant. I signed her death warrant.The Brotherhood, with all its righteous fury and grand pronouncements, is just a bunch of broken people flailing in the dark, causing more damage than we prevent. And I was their poster boy for a while there, fueled by rage and a need for vengeance.Vengeance for what? For a world that took her from me? For a past I can't change? All I managed to do was make things worse. Ironic, isn't it? Trying to protect her, and instead, I delivered her straight into the hands of those who wanted her gone.Dominic's probably off